You changed my life [Rammstein]

Chapter 13: Better run away

I go to my room and bring down one of my bags that I use for long journey, I empty most of my wardrobe, it's the middle of autumn and it's cold so I take warm and comfortable clothes.

I put my laptop in his pack, my phone and tablet in my bag and my guitar ESP RZK II in its case. Well, it's true that it's weird to take my guitar on my escape but I don't want to get separated from it.

-You finished to pack? Asks the blond, entering my room. I called a taxi and it will not be long in coming.

-All is in order but I need my ID card and my passport. I answer him. Nobody knows if I will leave the country.

Dany takes down the suitcase and other items at the hallway and at this moment, I hear the creaking of the tires of a car that stops. I feel my heart misses a beat, fearing they are the darons that are back home.

I run to the nearest window and take a look outside and to my delight, the taxi is here. My big brother takes out the luggage then helps the taxi driver to put them in the trunk.

I leave the house and head to the car but before entering, I turn and look at the house where I lived all this years. I sigh and enter to sit in the back seats.

-Everything is ready. Says the blond, coming back toward me. Now you have to go to Octavio's hotel; "L'étoile Filante".

-Going to New York, but why? I ask thoughtfully.

-The farther you are, the safer you will be. Replies the blond and hands me a sum of money. You'll need it.

-I can't take it, I'll use my own savings. I retort. Also-

-Don't worry, Sis, it's the money that I keep for emergencies, and this is an emergency.

I hug him and he wishes me good luck and then gives the hotel address to the driver. And then it starts.

I hold, somehow, my tears that threatens to fall and then wave goodbye to my big brother. I never imagined that something like this will happen and separate me from my family.

During the long trip, I look at the landscape and the road passes before me in the side window while stroking my belly to ensure my child that everything is okay. I finally, after one hour, fall asleep on the seat.

-Miss Carter, we arrived. Announces the driver, waking me up.

I stretch and put in order my hair and get off the taxi, I pay the driver who brings down my suitcases and asks an employee to help me move the luggage. This one brings a trolley and guides me to the reception.

-I want to rent a room for a week, please. I kindly ask the receptionist.

-Sorry Miss, all the rooms are taken, the last that was available is the property of Carter.

-I'm Jimaima Carter, miss. I say pulling my ID card out of my bag.

-Pardon, I'll fix everything at once and then you can get into your room. Smiles the girl.

I look at the receptionist while she writes my informations on her work computer. Ten minutes later, she gives me my key card and then calls another employee to show me my room.

On my way to the elevator, I cross the path of a bald man who wears sunglasses. He notes these and drag me but I do not retorted and continued my way. There he joined me and is interested.

-Christian Armando Perez. He hands me his hand to shake it.

-I am aware of who you are, sir, but I'm not interested. I respond, revolving around.